The Revenge of the Entish Bow - RPG

[Estelyn Telcontar]

Left alone, Merisuwyniel had time to ponder the adventures of the past weeks. As she reflected on all that had happened, she realized that she was lacking in character scenes, compared to the others of their company. It almost seemed that her part in the story was merely that of a token female, a beautiful Elven shieldmaiden to attract the male audience and give the teenage girls someone with whom they could identify. Why, she thought, it’s as if I were one of those untalented models-turned-actress who get camera close-ups on their pouty lips and swelling bosoms. I’m more than just a pretty face! I haven’t had a single flickering flashback, dramatic dream sequence, not even a split character discussion. I want to do some serious acting for a change! Besides, Dead Mothers’ Month is almost over, and I haven’t seen my parents in a vision.

Tears welled up spontaneously in her luminous violet eyes as she felt the depths of despair in her loneliness. It seemed to her that sad music accompanied the strange emotions, until she realized that the sound she heard was the gentle snoring of Chrysophylax, who had curled up at the edge of the clearing and was sleeping. She was not entirely alone after all. She sat down next to him and, leaning her head against his warm flank, was comforted and fell asleep.

Her thoughts flew miles and miles away, until she saw a figure riding over the plain beneath her on a Warg. It was heading for a precipice, and she shouted out a warning that was not heard. Down, down, down into a rushing stream they fell, and she mourned, realizing that the rider had been her beloved. Yet lo, she beheld him, miraculously floating on the water despite his heavy armour. Desperately, she reached out with her thoughts to push him toward the shore, finally succeeding after a long effort. She bent down to kiss his warm lips – and was rudely awakened when the dragon shifted restlessly in his sleep, possibly sensing her passionate mood.

Then, whether she was awake or asleep, she knew not – a bright light approached, and in the centre of it, a female figure stood before her, visible only as a dark silhouette. Did you really think I would forget to visit you during Dead Mothers’ Month? the voice asked. After all, you still think I’m dead, don’t you? Well, keep mourning me, but don’t be surprised when we meet someday soon. Then we shall see whether my daughter wants to share my fate or not!

The light faded and the figure dimmed, leaving only the echo of derisive laughter to haunt Merisuwyniel’s memory.